i screamed



These words reverberate through my skull.


My lips never move, eyelids hover in a blank stare as i silently reply to the words tossed around me like i’m standing in the middle of a dodge ball game.

I never noticed before now how much people TALK AND TALK AND BLAHBLAHBLAH…

All they ever want to do is talk and pound each other with these whirling balls of letters and expressions and it just gets so damn overwhelming.


Silence is my safety.

If i must, i will listen, but never speak.

Words are more weighted than i think they understand, and yet they flippantly throw about as many as they can bear.

They throw them and take them and hand them to me until i’m buried completely.

Yet how would they know this?

How would they know that I’m drowning and panicking when all I ever do is grunt in reply.

I’ve found that silence is easily ignored.

It’s easy to miss, easy to keep throwing words at people and fail to see the bruises that paint their body purple and blue.

It’s hard to hear their struggle to breath when all you ever do is speak.

My brain is only what i hear now.

It speaks to me telling me when to speak, what to say, how to feel.

Much of the time it yells at me, it screams until finally i can’t keep the silence going.

I begin to scream.

Tears come first, then my lungs rise and fall faster than even they are talking.

My hands shake and begin to tingle.

Am i dying? Is this what death feels like?

Why can’t i see? Why can’t i speak?

The blood in my body is hot, it hurts so bad.


The screaming stops.

I’m in a pool of clear water with only the sound of distant muffled voices.


Am I dead?


The pool drains slowly and I see the face of someone i love sitting across from me.

I see that their hands hold mine tightly, pressing peace and affection into my skin.

Their voice drifts softly to me

“…breath out… Yes good, keep it up.”

I don’t know how long we sat there, but whenever the screaming came back, I would try to focus on their gentle voice echoing

“It’s okay, everything’s okay, you are safe…”


All they wanted was a response, yes I understand.

So that i did,

I screamed.




we drove to san pedro…?


One of the strangest and most magical things about my friendship with Eden is that we always somehow end up where we never intended to be. We love to adventure together, and sometimes we just say

“hey, lets get in the car and just drive.”

Sometimes we drive for minutes, and other times (like this time) we drive for almost an hour wherever the road takes us. I’m generally the driver, so i tend to head either North or South (west doesn’t take us very far lol) and just follow the sunshine. We’ve found some of the most magical views, small beautiful parks, pretty buildings, fun museums, etc. Just about anything you can think of, we’ve run into it.


On this fine friday, June 30, Eden and I drove South towards Palos Verdes in hopes of catching the sun on a cloudy day. Eden being the cute berry that she is looks stunning of course 🙂 After stopping along the water, we just drove and drove and drove behind the slowest truck on a one-lane road, and somehow ended up in this little nature preserve in the middle of neighborhoods across from a beach. The clouds were coming fast so we froliced and got pricked by flower stems as quick as we could. These are a couple pics i got 🙂

So as our adventure came to an end, we started heading back home. As I got on the freeway I was shocked to see in the distance the words “San Pedro” on what looked like a large power plant.


Well we did. And then I drove her back and we had a lovely time.

Despite ending up where we never intend to, its almost like the road always leads us exactly where we were meant to be (cheesy ik, just roll with me here).

LA is a very cool place because there are all of these little hidden treasures that a lot of people simply don’t have the time to find.

But we find them, Eden and I, and take advantage of all their glory.

I hope you can enjoy them with us 🙂

Fear tells me

In years past i’ve always had a euphoric bliss after turning in my last test, thanking the professor, and leaving without ever looking back.

Something has changed this year and i fear to discover what.

I feel sad, to put it bluntly.

I drive through hazy dark swimming pools, contemplating hitting the nearest dark mess that comes my way.

I mumble as my parents ask how it was, for talking just seems too much of a chore.

All the colorful things that life has to offer look dull and uninteresting.

I haven’t showered in a week.

My outfit is 3 days old.

Every minute feels longer than the next, and yet time passing is the only thing i look forward to.

An unexpected minute of happiness, a face that melts my heart, and even another step towards death.

As i left the building my parents told me to wait somewhere safe,

so i did not.

I couldn’t find a reason anymore to fear being mugged or attacked, because what feeling could crush me more then the mountain already breaking my shoulders.

As i stood beneath the towering tree, its leaves dancing in the glow of the amber lamp light, my heart pounded in its cage.

The freedom i had been promised 6 months ago was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, fear never ceased stomping on the mass of flesh inside my chest, pumping sharp surges of blood and bruises through a withering body.

The yelling in my ear didn’t stop when i left the classroom, nor as i stood unguarded beneath the tree.

Even as I buried myself in blankets fear curled up next to me, ready to whisper lies when i was most ready to believe them.

I sit here now as blood drips down my neck,  heavy limbs typing away as fear tells me what to say.

Things haven’t changed, a month into summer.

Fear tells me they never will.





This was a special day.

Emma and I spontaneously decided to drive to her grandma’s house an hour away for the weekend. It was so special getting to know her family more (I’m in love with them! They’re so kind and lovely :)), and they were so kind as to let us swim in their pool. We sat in the sun for who knows how long making funny videos, tanning (my skin hadn’t seen sun in months haha), and then chilled and watched Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I am so thankful for Emma and her whole family, they are like a second family and i feel so blessed to be close to them.

Emma really is a ray of sunshine and i can’t imagine my life without her 🙂 I thank God everyday for her!

Love you nugg haha



(ps. emma u look stunning, these are some of my favorite photos of u, so happy and pure and beautiful hehe)